You've reached Rose Tyler. Can't come to the phone right now 'cause I'm out on an adventure. Leave me one. I'll get back to you when I'm done digging the Doctor outta the mess he's got himself in.

Hey guys! How's my characterization of Rose? Honestly, if you've got constructive crit for me, leave it here. Be specific. Tell me where she's wrong and how she's wrong. I'm not British and I am quite intimidated by the speech so make suggestions. Give me tips. I'd love to see this post used! Anon is on. IP is off and comments are screened but I'd appreciate non-anon crit just so I know who it's coming from because I want to TP your house afterwards. No I'm kidding of course.

Leave me something!

[Rose is sitting on the floor in her flat, taking down a Lego wall. Her hair is in pigtails because it seemed appropriate for the curse today. All around her the flat seems to be made of legos--except for the hammock bed, even the City wouldn't mess with the hammock bed.]

How's the rest of the City lookin' 'cause my flat is brilliant. Was just talkin' to the Doctor the other day 'bout planets made of Legos. This is almost as fantastic.

[ooc: When the poll for comm or Hybrid wraps up, I'll link this in the community or whatever is appropriate.]

[The audio feed clicks on in the middle of a sentence. It was meant to be a private recording but flipped over to public in the middle of things.]

--ought to want to leave. There's a whole Universe out there to explore and I've just seen a tiny corner of it. And I do want to see the Universe. I want to see all the planets and all the bits that are goin' to be and the parts that have been. Never wanted that 'fore him, y'know? I was happy with my nice life, my job in the department store and my chips 'til he showed me the whole Universe and I didn't think I'd ever be happy with that nice sorta life again. Now...I realise it's more 'bout him then it is about the travelin'. I think maybe it always has been. He is...the most amazing man.

[She pauses for a long moment, no other sounds to really cue her unintended audience to what's going on.]

I thought I'd lost him. Not lost your child in the grocery store over by the sweets sorta lost. Really lost. Sealed dimensions sorta lost and there were days...I couldn't give up hope because then there was just nothin' but some days it was so hard to hope. They kept tellin' me what the odds of findin' him were. Mum kept sayin' not to get my hopes up but they never understood, my hopes were always sorta pinned up on him so far up that they couldn't get any higher.

[She sighs, pausing to try and gather all of her thoughts so that this voice memoir has some sort of focus instead of just rambling. She's fairly certain her rambling is getting worse in response to spending so much time with the Doctor and his rambling. It's not a bad thing, it's just not a concise thing.]

I've got both of them here and...I am so loved. Each one of 'em would tear apart the Universe for me and I love both of them so much, I think it's goin' to rip me apart inside. I'm just grateful, I guess. Grateful to be able to have both of them here and to spend--to get to have this. It's better than the stars, the universe, the planets and all the time lines together.

[Another sigh, more frustrated than the other.]

None of this is sayin' what I mean but writin' it doesn't help either. M'grateful beyond all sortsa words. Doctors, if I ever disappear and you hear this: don't be disappointed 'cause I didn't want to leave. Sorta both your faults anyhow. I love you both and this has been the best adventure.

[There's a click as she stops the recording and then some shuffling as it flips to video. She's lying on her stomach in her room.]

Thinkin' it's time to paint the flat. Doctor? Up for it?

New Years Resolutions

Keep the flat up a bit better.

Sleep less

Drink more coffee

Write everything down

Start taking more pictures

In that vein, keep a photo album

Research im--

That's enough of that, yeah? Plenty to keep me busy this year.

I got too old for Santa when I was nine...'cept for the year I was twelve. I asked for a red bicycle. Anyway, haven't written a letter to Saint Nick since then but here in the City...I figger...why not?

No reason for me to put it on the network though.

( He knows who's been bad or good...so be good for goodness sake... )

[The video blips on, focusing on Rose lying tangled in the blankets and sheets on her bed. There are tears trickling down her cheeks. The device is obviously sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. She squirms and twists a bit, further entangling herself.]

Regenerate.

[It's said in a voice that's half demand, half plea. The tears come a bit faster now and she mumbles a good deal more in her sleep but most of it is undecipherable. After several seconds of this her tears turn to outright sobs and she sits up abruptly with a sound that is more scream than words but if one had to turn it into a word it would be:]

Noooooooooooooo.

[ooc: Rose has the Doctor's am_i_being_rude memory of this]

[The device is set on a table looking onto a mirror. Rose pops out from behind a curtain wearing this. She poses in the mirror, leaning closer to the mirror. She even takes a strand of her hair and drapes it over her top lip like a mustache, holding it there by pursing her lips.]

Doctor! You comin' out? You have to model, s'part of the deal.

[The device flickers on to show the bathroom. There's a bathtub full of bubbles, a half glass of wine sitting on the edge of the tub and lit candles are scattered about. However, there's no sign of anyone in the bathroom or the tub. From the way the candles are guttering it's clear that they've been lit for a while. ]

DOC--[Rose's appearance is fairly sudden and she's clearly not in any stage of taking a bath. She's wearing a pair of black pants, a dark pink tee shirt and a purple leather jacket. She looks confused and a bit distraught.]ter

[She starts his name out almost a yell, like she's trying to be heard over something and finishes it up as a whisper. She bends over and blows out the candles then grabs her device, shoves it in her pocket--not realizing it's still on-- and throws open the bathroom door. That would be fury all over her face. She's angry about something.]

Doctor! [And it's pretty clear from the way she says his name as she storms into the living room looking for the Doctor that her anger is directed toward him.]

[ooc: This is a canon update. Rose was only gone for about a half an hour. Rose is now caught up to the very end of 'Journey's End'. Video or audio replies will be forth coming. Some of them after the fight she has with the Doctor.]

[Rose is working at passionné but she's positioned herself near the glass windows so she can watch the visitors coming and going. She sets up her device on the counter and fiddles with it a moment before she gives the screen a smile.]

Busy weekend, yeah? Heard 'bout these but s'my first time experiencin' one.

[ooc: Almost anything goes. I don't want her to find out about the metacrisis Doctor just yet because she's about to deal with that in the City]

[The device shows a very steamy, small bathroom. It's clearly sitting on the edge of the sink. There is singing of a poppy sort and it's not bad really. In fact it's fairly good. It goes on for a minute or so then the water shuts off. An arm snakes out, grabs the towel off the hook and the singing resumes. Several seconds later, Rose steps out of the shower wrapped in the towel. She's still humming a bit under her breath as she grabs another towel and starts drying her hair. She doesn't notice anything off until she turns to the mirror and her eyes go wide and that is the slightest of screams. She pays Cinna very well to make sure her hair is a beautiful blonde color.

Her hair is very, violently pink.]

Oh Blimey.

[The device is broadcasting a couple on a scooter who looks like this. Rose puts her helmet on and wraps her arms around the Doctor's waist.]

Let's go, Daddy-o.

[Which is probably a phrase he would normally frown at and tell her 'don't, just don't'. They'll be all around town so feel free to run into them at the shake shop or in the street.]

Well it's not quite the horrible blood and death curses I've been warned 'bout. Could be worse, yeah? I mean to put it all in perspective. S'what we've got a delete button for.

[She may feel different later.]


Private to The Doctor

Working late. Come pick me up when you get hungry. We'll have chips.

[Attached to the text message are a few files that Rose doesn't notice: 001 002 003 004 005 006]

[Rose is at her flat, looking mussed and perturbed. She flips on the device and considers her words for a moment before she speaks.]

Anyone here take responsibility for a little boy 'bout ten years old or so goes by the name of Huey? He ought to have some proper looking after; running amok in the City grabbin' at girls and being a right creeper. He's too young for that and somebody ought to look after 'em.

Figure I've settled in, gotten a flat and it's time to see about a job. Probably best if I post m'resume up here.



* experienced shop girl

* Somewhat commanded a military unit and assisted in the research of multi-dimensional travel

* Some experience with diplomacy between human and alien races.

* Good with the running

* Easily adapts to new environments and people

* Known in one dimension as Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth

* Excellent at thinking on my feet

* Bronze medal in Gymnastics

Think that covers most of the highlights.

[The young, blonde woman wearing the purple jacket ends up on the carousel instead of the fountain. She weaves her way through the animals, pausing to pick up the device on the ground. She fiddles with it, manages to get it to broadcast video and peers down at it.]

Well this is different, innit? Captain Mamgambo? I think we've had a bit of a glitch. [She takes a short breath, allowing herself for a moment to hope for something that makes her ache.]

Doctor? Couldn't get lucky enough to have you listening in, could I?